Like that invisible shudder of the heart
before the birth of each tear
you seep into my fugitive folds.
I don't have words for what you do to me.
when faced with the infinite well within,
just a shadow of your memory
leaves me quaking, like floodgates
holding back before I spill out everywhere.
I am beyond bewildered
by the trace of your aftertaste.
I'm a moth fascinated by your fire
lovestruck from every moment of being.
You spread universes before me
as I serve you my head
in the platter of a lifetime
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